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I used to want the city's roar
I climbed the steps of one more floor
I measured life in bigger deeds
But never felt the simple needs
Now I slow down and feel the ground
I hear the birdsong all around
I pick the peaches from the tree
I'm glad the ordinary fits me
The kettle hums a steady tune
The basil basks in the afternoon
I've put my striving on a shelf
And learned to be my quiet self
The kettle hums a steady tune
The basil basks in the afternoon
I'm not in a hurry to be seen
I'm just a leaf in a quiet green
Now I slow down and feel the ground
I hear the birdsong all around
I pick the peaches from the tree
I'm glad the ordinary fits me
The kettle hums a steady tune
The basil basks in the afternoon
I've put my striving on a shelf
And learned to be my quiet self
The kettle hums a steady tune
The basil basks in the afternoon
I'm not in a hurry to be seen
I'm just a leaf in a quiet green